hitalot879
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life
pierced hearts come to fruition
upon the weight of the day
cold hearts in derision along life's merry way
living on the edge and it's going to me head
to taste the fine milk of the ancients
let them begin to prowl like a kitten
you see my marks hidden in the dirt
have plum pudding for desert
why should I begin to attampt to flirt
there are better days when dreams take flight
the coward in the night
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